"Puedo escribir los versos ms tristes esta noche.
Escribir por ejemplo: "La noche est estrellada, y tiritan,
azules, los astros, a lo lejos".
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta."- Pablo NerudaIn a battle of words
That I thought were absurd
At the time.
You gave me your hand
And said you'd understand
You were not mine.A lie from your mouth,
But the truth from your tongue
I see birds flying south,
It's from the winter that they run
Not from a friend...
I'll see you againYou sat inside my home
And I offered you a lonesome
Time with me.
Yet again you chose to speak
But I think you were too weak
For destiny.A lie in the air
But the truth inside our minds
As I struggled to compare
Your enigmatic signs
You continued to contend
But I'll see you again.And then that treacherous smile
That would keep a boy beguiled
For his whole life,
Has made me a rose's thorn,
It has warmed for me
The butter of my knife.It has made me a man
Who can love you all the same.
With the serpent you have danced
But I know you are not to blame.
You have been sent...
I'll see you againYour defense was for love
For there is nothing above
But a trap.
Your defense is the fence
That I sense will commence
To collapse.When I put on the mask
That youve taught us all to wear
Without words you'll be at last.
With that innocent stare,
You'll still pretend,
And I'll still see you again.In a battle of words
the coward came in third
In a race of two.
Yes, retired in his chamber
Like some Joseph with no manger
He would drool.A lie from his mouth
but the truth from his tongue
I see the birds flying south,
It's from the winter that they run
Not from a friend...